Zerg Regent[Transmigration Book]

"Hey you!"

After making a fuss, Mu Ling didn't stay any longer, simply entrusted the finishing work to his colleagues and left. The woman at the center of the incident chased him out and pointed at his back and shouted, "Wait!"

Mu Ling stopped, turned around and said hello: "Director Qi."

Qi Fei, a veteran of the coordination department, today is her 25th birthday, she never expected this kind of trouble at the birthday party, she has a hot temper, but she also knows that it was thanks to this young man that she was able to escape unscathed just now.

"Are you Mu Ling who was personally invited by the leader and Mr. Luke?"

Nowhere on her body could be seen to be able to hit, Qi Fei secretly thought after looking at it, and wondered if Luke made a gesture with him before deciding to want him.

Mu Ling nodded: "It's me."

"Thank you just now."

"It's okay, not for you."

Qi Fei waved her hand: "But if someone asks about what happened tonight, they must say it's for me, you know?"

"..."

"You want humans to think that you are fighting for the Zerg?" Qi Fei asked in an unbelievable tone.

"understood."

What she said is not unreasonable. Before right and wrong, there is always a thing called standpoint that goes first. He is a human being now, and he must consider issues with human thinking. It is better for a woman than for the Zerg.

Seeing him on the road, Qi Fei looked soothed, and kindly asked:

"Where do you live, I'll take you off."

"Don't bother, I live in a mansion." Mu Ling said goodbye politely, and the woman across from him burst into laughter: "You're only 19 years old, why do you speak like an old man...a mansion, a dormitory?"

Mu Ling, who was actually over half a hundred in real age, did not pretend to say anything, and only wanted to go back to sleep—it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.The neon lights in the dark alley were still dazzling, and they saw Qi Fei's ambiguous smile: "The dormitory is so inconvenient. I've already come out, so I'm willing to go back like this?"

"It's nothing inconvenient, my roommate is very nice, he will worry if I don't go back so late." Mu Ling opened his eyes and said nonsense, he didn't know if Don Los would be worried.

The system sighed for this: "Host, he is really not a worm."

Qi Fei lowered her expression, and said, "Be careful during this time, Han Qiyun and Yu Fan are dishonest."

Thinking that Director Han and Director Yu were on her head, Mu Ling thanked: "I will."

Seeing his indifference, Qi Fei felt a little unwilling. Men with a clean appearance, a sharp hand, and an upright character are rare in gangsters, so she couldn't help but ask, "Who is your roommate..."

Mu Ling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry about it."

"...Do you know who I am?" She didn't even give her a chance. How long has it been since she hit a wall?No matter soft or hard.

"Director Qi from the Coordination Department, thank you for reminding me, I really have to go - I will pay a special visit another day when I am free, and you should go back too, it's not safe for a girl to be outside at such a late hour."

After finishing speaking, without giving Qi Fei a chance to say more, he turned and left.

An unbelievable light flickered in Qi Fei's eyeballs——Holy fellow, your child hadn't graduated from primary school when I was a gangster!

Mu Ling opened the door softly, and found that the room was bright, and there was a female lying lazily on the sofa. After a moment of stupefaction, he heard him ask: "You came back so late? Are you working overtime or hunting for beauty?"

It must be Lie Yan, the little guy smelled of feasting and feasting, and he went to his office to check, no one was there!

As he said that, Don Ross jumped up from the sofa, but stopped when he approached him, covering his nose with an ugly face: "Fuck, what does it smell like on you?"

Mu Ling also took a step back and said vigilantly:

"Go back to your room first, the place I just went to smells like wax wood."

It was already too late, Don Ross staggered back a few steps, sat on the sofa in a daze, shook his head violently, and spat: "Ash wood fragrance..." Bandit unexpectedly has such a thing.

Mu Ling subconsciously thought about it, but immediately stopped:

"I'm going to the office tonight."

Don Ross rubbed his forehead: "No, you go and wash it, I'll just lie down."

"No..." he didn't finish, Don Ross snapped:

"I said no, just wash it off!"

The silence in the house made people feel palpitating, and Mu Ling's eyes were deep - the wax wood fragrance had taken effect.

Annoyance appeared on Don Ross's face, he propped up his body and walked to the window to open the window to let the cold wind pour in, and said without looking back: "Go."

Mu Ling had to make a quick decision. In this regard, he actually didn't dare to leave Tang Luosi here alone.

When he came out, Don Ross was no longer in the living room. He felt a little bit in his heart, strode to the door of his bedroom and knocked: "Chief, are you there?"

A suppressed response came from inside: "Go to sleep, I'm fine."

Mu Ling clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to break in.

There are three phases of effect of Ashwood, first dizziness, then mania, and finally accelerated blood flow causing blood vessels to burst, and one bad one may damage brain blood vessels.

But he never expected Don Ross to respond to such a small dose, otherwise he would not have returned.

So he replied at the door: "You rest first... I'll get you two bottles of palliative."

There was no sound from inside the door, so Mu Ling hurried down to the office.

Given the rarity of Ashwood, the pharmaceutical department does not necessarily have a neutralizing agent, but there should be a basic medicament for preparing the neutralizing agent.He rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time before getting what he needed, and when he picked up the test tube, he found that his hands were shaking

Don't think about it, it won't help.

Mu Ling stabilized his hands and said to himself.

The system also felt his silent nervousness, the usual chatty voice program was suspended, and the movement in a different world was rattling, and he didn't know why he was nervous.

Soon, Mu Ling took out what he wanted, put it in a spray bottle, sprayed two full bottles on himself, and then returned to the 66th floor with the newly made palliative agent. His actions were actually extremely fast, but he still felt that It takes a long time.

He sprayed the neutralizer in every corner, and after the system scanned it, he confirmed that there was no residue in the house before he knocked on the door of Don Ross: "Boss? Are you asleep?"

There was still no sound inside, Mu Ling's hair tightened, he struggled for a moment, and then unscrewed the door handle.

The sight inside the house made him breathless

Don Ross lay silently on the ground beside the bed, an empty bottle fell in his hand, and a few drops of unknown liquid splashed on the ground.

Mu Ling strode over to help his upper body:

"Boss? Don Ross?"

Then he picked up the bottle next to him and smelled it, his face changed suddenly, and he glared at the female in his arms: "You actually..."

He couldn't hear - Mu Ling calmed down, checked his breathing pulse and heartbeat, and found that although it was weaker, it didn't hurt his life, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting the empty bottle on the bedside table, he hugged Don Ross horizontally. The movement finally woke him up, and he subconsciously made a tactical move: "Who?!"

"Me." Mu Ling blocked him, with a bad tone, and Don Ross softened his body: "Mu Lin?" He opened his eyes and looked around, saw the bottle on the table, and suddenly remembered what happened, felt a little guilty, and shrank under the quilt Shrinking his head: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go to sleep?"

"If I'm not here, I'll let your dead body lie here and no one will restrain you?" Mu Ling said angrily, "You're crazy to drink that stuff, don't you know it's poisonous?"

The thing in the bottle is called Hai Hanjing, and people are more used to calling it a cold-blooded agent. It is said that it was developed by male worms to deal with the blood frenzy of female worms. The side effects are huge. It calms female worms by reducing the activity of somatic cells in female worms. However, the powerful sea-cold essence will also lower the mental state of the female insect, which cannot be reversed.

Mu Ling's heart was in a panic, no wonder there were rumors that his madness crisis was earlier and more intense than ordinary females, but on the surface, there was nothing abnormal, and his emotions were drinking poison to quench thirst and commit suicide slowly.

Tang Luosi couldn't get angry in the face of Mu Ling's anger. With the fierce effect of the medicine, his body was cold and painful. He shrank back slowly and covered his head with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "You scold me." And Luke will be thinking about it, and he can't help it.

This posture of lying down and resigning to fate made Mu Ling unable to say a word, and there was no sound in the room for a long time. Don Los pulled back a slit of the quilt, and seeing that his expression was still cold, he was a little hesitant: "Stop scolding?"

Mu Ling stretched out his hand, and Don Ross froze—he was his boss after all, so it was fine to move his mouth, but did he still have to do it?

But that hand lightly landed on his forehead, moved down, and opened his eyelids with the force as if a cloud was caressing his face, Mu Ling's ordinary face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, he was suffocated, and his heart beat wildly.

Mu Ling backed away, saw that his face was gradually turning red, felt relieved, and then took his hand out from under the quilt.

Don Ross swallowed and recovered his heartbeat. Fortunately, he didn't put his hand on his chest, otherwise he might have thought he was dying, but now?

"What are you doing?" Mu Ling's finger hit his wrist, and before he could answer, Don Los suddenly realized: "Oh, I know, I've seen it before, your human's miraculous way to see a doctor!"

Mu Ling gave him a dark look, he didn't know how to feel the pulse, but just sent a ray of mental power into his body to investigate, he was weak and couldn't detect it at this time, otherwise he wouldn't dare to act so rashly at ordinary times.

Don Ross opened his curious eyes to observe how he diagnosed himself. After a while, seeing him let go of his hand, he asked cautiously, "Then you won't prick me with a needle, will you?"

Mu Ling raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to?"

Don Lose closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, "...then you go ahead."

Mu Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stuffed his arms back into the quilt: "Your body is already very cold, don't catch a cold, don't prick, just wait..." After finishing speaking, he got up and went out.

About 10 minutes later, Don Los was a little sleepy. Mu Ling came in with a piano in his arms. Seeing him puzzled, he explained: "Remember when I said that a certain audio plus mental potion can work? I started experimenting these days, right? Alright, drink that bottle of palliative, I've changed some ingredients."

Don Ross drank it as promised.

This guqin was made by Mu Ling himself. It took a day and a night to take the hard paulownia wood from here, cut it flat, chisel the belly, install the embryo, paint it, polish it, and then install the strings and tune it.

Don Los has never seen this kind of musical instrument anywhere other than the Internet and TV, and he was full of curiosity and wanted to touch it, but Mu Ling's solemn expression made him hesitate.

Whether it's a palliative or a stabilizer, none of it has any effect on him, but why bother to speak out to beat this little guy's seriousness.

Mu Ling put the violin in place, looked up and saw that Don Los had already drank the palliative, and asked, "I haven't tested it on other females yet...you..."

"I'll give you an experiment." Don Ross said with a smile.

"I added some soothing medicine to the palliative, you will be sleepy later, it's normal, don't worry." Mu Ling instructed.

"...Are human beings so careful and thoughtful in their experiments?" Don Lose's eyes flashed a joke, and the corner of Mu Ling's mouth twitched: "It's done, you close your eyes."

"Can you not close it, I want to see how you play." Don Ross looked at him eagerly.

Such a noisy female insect is also rare, Mu Ling was silent for a while, and nodded: "Don't force yourself when you are sleepy later, it will be very sad."

Don Ross nodded hastily.

Mu Ling plucked the strings, and the distant and clear zither sounded in the room.

He twirled the string with his fingers, as if he was also twirling a dark string hidden in his mind.

Don Los's pupils began to slack, and he saw towering mountains, gurgling water, green trees and green leaves, apes and birds singing, the fragrance of flowers in the sun, the dew overflowing from the stamens, hanging on the tip of the petals, and finally falling into the stream——Thought chasing With the flow of water, all the sounds gradually fade away, leaving only a trickle of stream being pushed up the boulder, hanging on the cliff tip, falling little by little: tick, tick, tick...

The female insect fell asleep, Mu Ling continued to twirl the strings, the sound of the piano began to subside, and gradually solidified, the air seemed to be stirred up and rippled layer by layer, spreading to the bed with him as the center of the wave, completely engulfing Don Ross. circle into the ripple.

Spiritual power is like water, thousands of rivers flow into lakes and tens of thousands of rivers become seas, and seas can become streams and streams into rain and mist to nourish all things.

After one song, the system, which didn't dare to make a sound, said tremblingly:

"Host, you used spiritual comfort on him."

What should I do if I was discovered?

"Don't worry," Mu Ling said, "I know."